The pack emerged as the last light died: eight figures, cloaked in pelts that shimmered like starlight. Their leader, a woman with eyes like smoldering embers, paused at the edge of the clearing. “The veil thins tonight,” she murmured. “The old world tastes our hunger.”
The pack emerged as the last light died: eight figures, cloaked in pelts that shimmered like starlight. Their leader, a woman with eyes like smoldering embers, paused at the edge of the clearing. “The veil thins tonight,” she murmured. “The old world tastes our hunger.”